Chapter Forty-One: Sharing the Same Quilt

Early the next morning, Ming Shuang opened his eyes in a haze of drowsiness. Through the mist of sleep, he saw a fair face before him. He blinked again, and the scene before him grew clearer.

Such long lashes... Ming Shuang thought, unable to resist reaching out to touch his uncle’s eyes.

His fingers gently brushed over his little uncle’s lashes, stroking up and down several times, until finally his uncle had enough.

With a click of his tongue, his little uncle frowned and opened his eyes, shooting Ming Shuang a fierce glare before turning over and presenting his back, intent on continuing his sleep.

It wasn’t really Ming Shuang’s fault for being so mischievous; ever since he’d crossed into this world, rare were the times he’d seen his uncle actually sleep. Most nights, his uncle would meditate and cultivate, and even if his body was in bed, his mind was always focused on training.

Yin Lin watched Zhang Yu. Evidently, her earlier attack had struck its mark, and Yi Lin’s morale soared. A smile curled at her lips. “Are you finally taking this seriously?”

“Why did you bring him here?” Shangguan Ye’s face remained clouded, his eyes still dark, though the aura around him eased slightly.

Lan Duo Duo knew the grudge between her and Mu Shui had now been firmly established. Only an hour ago, Mu Shui had come to her like a big sister, asking her help to pursue Luo Yun, and now she herself was with Luo Yun. However, she was not one to back down easily—she would never yield to Mu Shui.

But suddenly, her pure, snow-bright smile vanished, and pain twisted her delicate face. A chill surged from her body, her complexion turning frighteningly pallid.

“Where… where am I? Am I dead?” Li Xin’s weak voice sounded in my ear.

With no time to savor it, Lu Yue took a few hasty bites and swallowed. A fiery sensation shot straight from her throat to her stomach. In the next instant, the heat radiated from her core, surging through her body before converging in a line that streamed into her dantian.

The other leaders were much the same—even if you have a dispute, there’s no need to make such a spectacle of it! This was blatant arrogance. Many contestants nearby had heard and now glared at Li Yunming in obvious displeasure.

“There may be a lot, but it’s all circumstantial. There’s no direct evidence that Kou Lei is the culprit.” Emily pondered Zhang Hanbin’s words carefully. Much of it was conjecture and could hardly serve as real proof.

The very next moment, tears poured down like rain. Lan Duo Duo wailed like a wronged child, sobbing uncontrollably. The sudden downpour of her tears caught the triumphant Luo Yun completely off guard.

Two guards hurried over, not daring to linger, and quickly assisted the pair to their respective rooms to rest.

At this moment, Han Mu’s face was utterly drained of color. Hearing Lin Yi’s words, he could bear it no longer and coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood, the crimson liquid splattering like a blade across the stone steps before the door.

“I’m being serious with you!” She frowned, annoyed that this man seized every chance to tease her.

Most of the performers showcased their talents in a measured, conventional manner—the safest approach. The audience watched with keen interest, but those in the VIP seats had long since lost their enthusiasm.

Kun Mu Lin’s Nether Blade slashed directly at the fractured barrier, shattering it in an instant. Kun Mu Lin followed up with a spinning kick that landed squarely on Ji Xi’s face, drawing thin lines of blood from the corner of his mouth.

“What do you mean, ‘the situation is stable right now’?!” Blake’s brow furrowed, his tone instantly turning hostile.

A flicker of anger from Beerus sent shockwaves through the room, his pressure surging violently. Even Lin Yanyu had to take several steps back to steady himself.

Lota’s Shadow Walk was convenient, but required shadows to be cast. Now, surrounded by moonlight, there were none to be found—he had no way to use his skill.

Yet one thing still preyed on Wang Nanbei’s mind. Just after entering the cave, there had been a fork in the path. He had chosen to go right, but if the enemy seized the chance to follow his party from behind and lay explosives as they advanced, such a scenario was not impossible.